Vinny was her dad’s best friend and business partner. He came over every Sunday to watch football and was even her brother’s confirmation sponsor. He was like an uncle.

Last weekend, Em had finally moved into her first apartment. She was eighteen and it was time for some independence. It had been stressful finding the right place. At the last minute, an apartment had become available and Em had to move in almost immediately. With her parents down the shore for the week, she knew exactly who to call.

On moving day, Vinny arrived with a crew of good friends, mostly guys from his construction team. They finished moving her in by midday. As a reward, he bought them all pizza and beer. Em was flitting around opening boxes and beginning to unpack when Vinny came up behind her and told her to sit down, shut up, and eat. She knew what he meant, but was surprised at how the command affected her. She felt herself getting wet, and all she could say was, “Yes, sir.”

By 2PM the pizzas were destroyed and most of the beer was gone. Vinny’s buddy Andy was finishing up his beer when he asked Vinny if he needed a ride home. Vinny stood up, kissed Em on the forehead and said, “Good luck, kid, call me if you need anything,” and with that, he was gone.

She returned to unpacking but found her thoughts drifting to her surrogate uncle’s chest and shoulders and her hand drifting between her thighs. Every time she tried to push it out of her mind, she could see him bending her over and spanking her as she deserved.

As Monday arrived, she hoped work and school would keep her busy and her mind off Vinny. By Tuesday she was formulating a plan. If she called with a problem, he might send a friend to fix it, or worse, her own father. If she asked to express gratitude for moving day, he might bring over the whole crew. She needed him to come over, alone, and not accidentally tell her father beforehand. On Wednesday morning, she called him.

“Hi, Uncle Vinny,” she crooned into the phone.

“Hey, what’s up, kid?”

“I need to talk to you about Daddy. It’s his 50th this year. I feel like he deserves something special. Let me make you dinner sometime this week to talk?” She hoped he couldn’t hear the nervousness in her voice.

“Sure, I can be there Friday at 7.” With that, she heard the phone click.

——

She had spent the last couple days unpacking her apartment, picking out an outfit, and planning a casual but impressive dinner. It was 7:10 and she could feel her heart beating out of her chest. He knew, she thought, he’s found me out and he’s not coming. 

She heard a knock on the front door, more like pounding. Her heart leapt and her mind raced.

“It’s your Uncle Vinny. Open up.”

She looked down at her hard nipples peeking through her cotton dress that barely covered her fat ass. As she crossed the room to let him in, while he again pounded on the door, she found herself smiling and getting wetter.

“Welcome to chez Em. Can I get you a glass of wine?” she began as she opened the door. Vinny pushed past her into the apartment, clearly upset.

“Let’s start with two shots of whisky. It’s been a fucking day.”

She thought about the weight of his strong upper body pinning her to the bed. She thought about all the ways he might use her body to make himself feel better and she shuddered in anticipation. He seemed clearly lost in thought, as he let his hand rest on her knee. She poured them both a shot, with him slamming his before she was done pouring hers. She poured him another and he slightly acknowledged her as they took this shot together, his hand squeezing her knee as they knocked the whisky back.

After finishing their meal and intended conversation, Em poured the last bit of the second bottle of wine into each of their glasses.

“So tell me, what’s got you so upset?” she asked as she sat down beside him, letting her body fall into the couch practically on top of him, her hand falling between his legs. He adjusted his bulge, positioning himself slightly out of her reach.

“What hasn’t got me upset? Between blown deadlines and all the shit with the fight that broke out at work.”

“Fight? What fight?” Em interjected.

“Oh, um just a little thing between some of the guys at work.” He looked down at the ground and hoped she wouldn’t ask more. He hadn’t planned on mentioning it and could suddenly feel his face flushing.

“What happened, Vinny?” she asked him directly, and he was never one to lie.

“Some of my close buddies, the older guys, heard some of the young, new guys talking about you in a less than respectful way. And they had something to say about that. I’m so sorry, I never meant to bring this up. Please forget about it. It was nothing,” Vinny stammered, looking down at her in that thin cotton dress.

Em saw her moment. She looked Vinny in the eyes as she asked, “What kinds of things were they saying? Like who could fuck me first? Or how the five of them would ruin me in a gangbang?”

Vinny’s jaw dropped when he heard that. His cock twitched and Em definitely noticed. He kept stuttering on the syllable “uh”. Finally, he managed to compose himself. “I’m so sorry I said anything. You don’t deserve to hear that kind of stuff.”

Em breathed in heavily, “Oh no, have I been a bad girl daydreaming about you using me all night? Do I need a spanking?”

Vinny finally understood the point of this dinner, that dress, and these questions. It took him almost five whole seconds to decide that he was gonna find out what it felt like to use her all night long. He pushed her back onto the couch, laying her against the armrest and slipping her panties off in one motion. His fingers rubbed up and down her slit as he leaned over to kiss her hard on the mouth, letting the weight of his heavy chest press down against her perfect eighteen-year-old tits.

“Mmm, you feel so good,” was all Em got out before Vinny shoved his two middle fingers deep inside her, grinding into her already dripping wet pussy. She gasped as he filled her so quickly and completely. He pounded her pussy hard and fast. This was not the kind of fingering she was used to. Her high school boyfriends could barely even find her hole. She was surprised at how good he felt, and how close she felt to cumming already.

“Oh, oh, oh daddy! You feel so good. Fuck, I’m cumming. No, I’m peeing. Fuuuuck,” and with that, Em started to squirt for the first time. Vinny pushed her pussy in the air and immediately clamped his mouth down around her clit. He pulled out his fingers and started to lick every inch of her, trying to lap up every last drop, forgetting for a moment who that pussy belonged to. He began licking her lips and her slit, but soon was biting down on her clit and forcing his tongue as deep inside her as he could. Em was drunk on orgasms. She couldn’t process what was happening and was almost completely out of her mind when Vinny spoke up.

“So you think you can call me over here. Try to seduce me. Then call me Daddy?” Vinny was staring intently at Em as she slowly opened her eyes again. She looked nervous and her mouth fell slightly open.

Vinny stood up, letting her legs drop to the couch. He reached for his pants with one hand and shoved the other in her mouth. She could taste herself, and she tasted good. He pulled his cock out and it was thicker than Em had ever imagined, almost a normal length--about five inches--but almost the same width across, much thicker than a soda can.

“If you’re gonna call me Daddy, you’ve got to follow Daddy’s rules.” Vinny grabbed Em by the ankles, pulling her legs up and together, framing the perfect little pussy between them. Vinny leaned forward as he lined his cock up with her hole. “If you want this cock, I’m gonna need to hear you beg.”

As Em looked down and saw his swollen tip teasing her opening she whispered, “Please, Daddy? Please, I need that co— “ and with that, he slammed his full length inside of her.  Em’s screams turned into continued moans. Vinny pulled out completely and fell into her again, and again. He must have slammed into her and pulled out completely four times before slapping her pussy and telling her to get on all fours. As Em got herself situated, she turned back and said, “Do you like my pussy, Daddy?”

Vinny reached up and grabbed her hair as he slammed into her, doggy style. “Take Daddy’s cock,” was all he said as he fucked her hard and fast. He pulled at her hair, roughly arching her back and she moaned loudly.  His grunts were getting louder as he let his hand come down hard on her ass, first one cheek, then the other. He kept increasing his speed until she felt him flood her pussy with cum.

“Yes, Daddy! Yes, fill me up. Make this pussy yours!” Em screamed as she tried to grind back against him. She let her head fall to the couch, exhausted, and felt his cock slip out of her. “Mmm, miss that cock already,” she whined gently. “Give me another slap on the pussy, Daddy,” she whispered as her hand moved to her clit. She waited a moment, drinking in that empty feeling after being so full. With no sound or movement behind her, Em turned around to find Vinny standing shocked, his hands trying to cover his now limp cock.

“How could this happen? I’ve always protected you. You were like a daughter to me,” Vinny muttered to himself.

“And now you’ll always be my Daddy,” Em replied. “Let’s make Friday dinner/date night a family tradition.”